Saturday, 30 July 2016

Thank you so much for having me on your
blog, Kelly. Just to clear up a possible confusion— although my name is
Victoria Black, I write as V.K. Black.

We, i.e. hubby and I, are in Perth at the
moment, doing a big trip around Australia. We started in Brisbane three months
ago with the idea of going to Darwin and back. But we were enjoying ourselves
so much, we decided to go home the long way, via Western Australia. We're in
Perth now and are still loving being greyish nomads. Now that we're in the land
of consistent internet access, I thought I'd self-pub my erotic novella Heavenly Revenge. This book had been
published previously by Secret Cravings Publishing. Sadly, they went out of
business. They were wonderful about promptly giving me back my rights. I bought
the cover. Was all set to go. That was about six months ago. Then
I…um…procrastinated. With good reason, folks. Technology and I are not good
friends.

But all is well now. Technology and I are
sort of talking to each other. Heavenly
Revenge is up on Amazon,
Kobo, itunes, Nook,
and other sites I've never heard of but are part of Draft2Digital's family.

As you'll be able to tell from the blurb,
this story is seriously sexy! It was a lot of fun to write.

Blurb:

Rose was the only prisoner he had. And his pretty prisoner had deceived him personally.

When Rose dies before her time, two sweet, old angels send her on a mission to save another world. The angels worry she will be no match for the land's strong and handsome ruler, King Andrejs. However Rose has learned a bitter lesson about men, courtesy of her unfaithful boyfriend. She is strong too.

Rose has a sweet battle on her hands when she meets King Andrejs. He believes she is an enemy spy who has learned a secret which may affect the outcome of the war raging between his kingdom and the land to the north.

It is against Andrejs' code to hurt a woman, but, as her captor, it is his right to extract full and suitable revenge. But revenge needn't be cold or cruel. Revenge can be hot and very pleasurable indeed.

WARNING: Initial dubious consent scene

Excerpt:

He let his eyes wander farther down to her slight, feminine body,
which his cock ached to enjoy. Now that he thought about it, it was very kind
of the Anglandians to send him such a beautiful woman. She would have been
expecting to use that lovely body of hers as a means of persuasion. Certainly,
he would find out why this lovely little spy had been sent to his palace, but
there was no harm in mixing cruel, hard warfare with pleasure, was there?

"Yes, Rose, my quandary is that if you were a man, sent down to
spy on my country, I would kill you without hesitation. But you're a beautiful
woman, and I want to make love to you, although you're still my enemy. You see
my dilemma, don't you?"

He reached out and put his hand to the small of her back, pulling
her close to him, loving her woman’s softness as he forced her tiny body to
press against his chest and belly. He threaded his fingers through her red
curls, reveling in their strange softness, then tilted her head back and forced
her to look at him. Those deep blue eyes, the color of the sea, fringed with
dark lashes, stared back at him. She didn't seem frightened, and that surprised
him, for she had every reason to be. No, she appeared to be…stunned.

He focused on her lovely face. She was his adversary. But her lips were
full and lush and made for kissing. So he bent his head and kissed them.

If you want
to check out my other stories, my website is victoriablacksexystories.com. Not all of
my stories are sexy or erotic. Some of them are quite sweet. I have a whole
ying yang thing going with my writing it seems. I have the sexy and sweet
separated on my website.

Monday, 25 July 2016

Cliff remembered Sage
as a pesky teenager who had needed a good spanking. Now he saw her as a
beautiful twenty-four-year-old who still needed a good spanking.

Blurb: After
moving away for college, Sage Worthington settled down to a job in the city and
only came back to her parents’ ranch for weekends and holidays. After receiving
the call that changed her life forever, she rushed back to the place she always
thought of as home and to the two little siblings who she loved dearly. This
was where she was needed and this was where she wanted to be.

Clifton
Welsh had been Sage’s next door neighbour for as long as she could remember. He
was raised by his grandparents who turned their ranch over to him. They have
retired to a smaller house on the property built for them on their favourite
patch of the family land. Cliff remembered Sage as a pesky teenager who had
needed a good spanking. Now she was back and he saw her as a beautiful
twenty-four-year-old who still needed a good spanking.

Sage
needs a husband and she needs him fast, before she loses custody of her younger
brother and sister. Cliff is determined to use any means necessary to stop Sage
from doing something rash and dangerous. He is even willing to marry her himself
but is Sage ready to commit to an old-fashioned man who spanks?

Disclaimer: This
book contains the spanking of adult women and sexual content.

“Well,
you have to remember this is mostly my parents’ taste, I do love it though.”

“Put
something on that you like,” Cliff said.

Sage flipped through her parents’ selection and finally pulled out a
country legends CD. It made her smile. “I
remember my dad bought this for my mum, the Christmas I was ten.”

Cliff said nothing but he did top up their glasses.

The music filled the room and Sage’s emotions surged through her, she
turned and almost turned the music off. It was too much, too raw.

“Don’t,”
Cliff said, standing immediately and pulling her into his arms. “Don’t turn it off. It’s okay, let it go and
have a cry. I have wide shoulders.” He swayed a little from side to side and
she moved with him in what seemed like an awkward dance.

“I can’t
cry.” Sage really wished she could, but the tears just wouldn’t come. She must
be a cold and heartless soul. It did feel nice though to be wrapped in Cliff’s
warm embrace. “Are we dancing?”

“Dancing’s
a strong word but this is about the closest I come. I like to call it movement
to music.”

He didn’t laugh but she could feel a rumble that resonated from his
chest and down along his flat belly that was pressed firmly against her. Oh it
felt so good. “I’ll take it,” she said.
She leaned her head against his chest and continued to sway in time to the music.
As song after song played, the knot of pain in her belly slowly unravelled.

When the music finished, neither of them moved. She could have said
something or suggested changing the music, but Cliff’s arms were still tightly
around her and she was glad, she was stuck in the moment. When eventually she
tilted her head back to speak, his lips found hers. Their first kiss was soft
and gentle with a little pressure; just a sweet connection that left her
wanting more. Sage broke the spell by sliding her hands underneath his shirt.
His skin was warm and she couldn’t resist sliding her fingers into the space
just below the waistband of the back of his jeans.

“Oh,
Sage, honey, I’m trying to be a gentleman here,” Cliff said, not doing anything
at all to remove her hands.

“Don’t.”

“Don’t
what?” His voice was husky and, if anything, his hold on her tightened rather
than loosened.

“Don’t
be a gentleman. I want you to kiss me, really kiss me.” The passion behind that
first real kiss took her breath away, literally. His lips took hers, his tongue
danced along the slight part, demanding entrance and, of course, she complied,
returning his kiss with equal enthusiasm.

Maybe it was the wine, maybe it had been the music that stirred their
feelings. There was a distinct possibility that they were two very horny people
who were exploring something that had been hinted at some but never acted upon.
Whatever the reason, the effects of those deeper kisses or the one long
unending kiss were explosive. They dropped to the sofa, hands clawing to remove
shirts and tank tops, all the while their kisses deepened. Sage wanted more
skin, she was almost too shy to ask but desperation took over. “Upstairs?”

Cliff bent a little and scooped her into his arms and headed up the
stairs. “Which way?” he panted as they reached the
top of the stairs.

“Right.”
Sage clung to his neck, kissing and tasting anywhere within reach that wasn’t
covered. The short time it took to make it to her room seemed like an eternity
and, when she was finally standing there in front of him, any shyness that she
had once had completely evaporated. She turned for him to undo her bra as she
stepped out of her jeans and panties, leaving them in a puddled mess on the
floor. When she turned, Cliff was naked, except for his socks and a tangled
pair of jeans at his ankles. He grabbed at one side and then the other, hopping
up and down while he did an indelicate dance of desperation, trying to free
himself from his denim trap. Sage giggled, wanting to help but not quite
knowing what she could do.

“Funny
is it?” he asked with shortened breath.

“Pretty
much.” Sage jumped when his hand shot out and slapped her naked bottom. She was
still smiling though. “Ooh, that hurt.”

“Good,”
Cliff said. He was finally free and wasted no time in reclaiming his prize.

Sage squealed as she was backed unceremoniously onto the bed. In
seconds, he was straddling her and there was no going back, not that she wanted
to. It felt like the air was forced from her body as he surged deeply into her,
filling her with his hard manhood. His mouth was on hers, his teeth nipping and
grazing. Instinctively, her legs wrapped around him, her heels kicking at his
muscular buttocks, urging him to go faster, deeper.

“Yes,
baby girl,” he said, pulling out and surging deep.

Sage’s fingertips dug into Cliff’s back flesh as cold heat started at
her toes and crept up her legs, swirling like mini twisters across her body. “Oh God, Cliff,” she puffed out with shallow little
breaths, “just there.”

He raised himself a little, his thumb flicking at her swollen nub. “There, baby?”

“Yes,
yes.” Sage tightened her legs around his hard body, her knees massaging the
sides of his muscular frame. He kissed her shoulders, her neck, her lips. When
their tongues met, she peaked and shattered into a million pieces, relishing in
the warmth of his eruption deep within her.

When she finally floated back to earth, her eyes sprang open. What in
the hell had she just done? Was her life not complicated enough?

Author Bio :

Constance Masters is a
wife, mother, grandmother, friend and author.

She writes romantic
spanking fiction with the main emphasis on romance.

Constance has always
been a sucker for reading romance and that reflects in her writing but she also
likes to laugh. Her stories are full of love, laughter and family comedy. It's
a lot like her life.

“Maybe I need therapy. Hey I should ask Kara for help! She’s nearly finished her Masters in Applied Psychology, she’s bound to have some ideas!”

“Applied Psychology, huh?” James pondered that idea for a moment, rubbing his chin with his thumb. “How about my version of Applied Psychology? I’ll apply my hand to your butt until you change your attitude. Reckon that will work?”

“No.” Rachel was adamant. “It won’t. And don’t you even think of trying it!”

And just because I like cowboys, here's a couple that are good to look at: (I stole them off Pinterest - my go-to place for procrastinating!)

Don't forget to check out the other participants in this weeks #SatSpanks below:

Friday, 22 July 2016

I'm so thrilled to have Jaye Peaches on my blog today sharing a hot excerpt from To Know You

Blurb:

What happens when a kink loving woman has to come to terms with
a traumatic episode in her life? Can the broken submissive learn to trust
again?

When Gemma Marshall resigns from a good job to work as a lowly
intern in the heart of the City of London, immediately, the elusive company
boss, Jason Lucas, seduces her.

Following a whirlwind of weekend trysts at his country mansion,
Jason’s need to dominate her re-awakens her terrifying nightmares and leads to
revelations from both of them. What Jason seeks is an enduring
relationship which means Gemma, if she wishes to win his heart and soul, has to
return to the extraordinary life she’d left behind.

Can Gemma survive another relationship with an alluring master
of the bedroom or will she finally turn her back on her natural desires?

Their passionate and highly erotic affair reaches crisis point
when her ex-lover hunts her down, seeking retribution.

To Know
You is a fictional account of
two people who begin a journey together. It is a complete story. Both
characters are sexy and know what they want. Neither are novices, neither
expect love in their relationship. One takes control and the other yields. In
the bedroom, there are the erotic scenes of BDSM, discipline and romance.
The dynamic can be intoxicating—and dangerous.

Trust is key. Communicating trust. Building trust
and maintaining integrity. And love? It’s not always about love - until Gemma
meets Jason.

I rested my back on the bed as he took
off my stockings. He slowly rolled them down while snaking his finger behind. I
giggled at the ticklish sensation. Sliding back up my torso, he leaned over me,
placed his hands on either side of my head and pinned me down, not with his
weight, but the intensity of his blue eyes. A little end of day stubble was
visible on his chin.

“I’m thirty-one
years old, I’ve had plenty of girlfriends, lovers or whatever you want to call
them,” Jason said. “I work hard. Play hard. Such a life doesn’t foster long
term relationships, especially not conventional ones.” He traced his forefinger
down my cheek, and the soft caress ignited me further.

What did all that mean? Was tonight just
a one-night stand? I was too fired up to query his comment.

“Sure, Jason,” I
hadn’t said his name before then, now I relished the syllables—Jason Lucas.

He started with his lips, tongue, and
fingers. They moved everywhere. Kneading, nibbling, squeezing, licking and oh my, kissing my neck. I touched his
head and raked my fingers through his hair, enjoying the freedom to explore.
His hair might be blond at the ends, but the roots were dark, particularly
where the strands lay thickest and across his crown.

“There is no bald
patch, Gemma. If that’s what you’re looking for.”

I flinched and snatched my hands away.

He was grinning, reassuringly happy. “I’m
not contagious you know,” he said pleasantly.

I returned to my own sensual exploration.
The second time, his muscular shoulders and arms warranted my attention. He
obviously worked out—his biceps bulged and his pectorals were gorgeously
defined. Yet, he managed to stay lean and trim, especially his waistline. All
this stunning physique, on show for me, had been hidden away behind his suits
and shirts. What girl wouldn’t find him heart meltingly attractive and he was
beneath my hands.

He snapped my bra cups down and teased my
nipples with his teeth. I groaned as he sucked each one in turn—hard—before
circling his tongue around the hard pebble. With no subtleness, he eased his
hand down under the front of my knickers and beamed at his discovery. I sucked
in a lungful of air as he poked his fingertip inside me.

“You are one wet girl,”
Jason laughed and with his nose following the contours of my body, he started
to glide towards my juice soaked pussy, ready to investigate.

I giggled and attempted to shrug my
shoulders. “Can’t think why!” I felt pumped with adrenaline.

Kneeling on the floor, without blinking,
nor loss of fluidity of movement, he dragged my knickers off, and flicked them
over his shoulder. I shrieked as he buried his head between my legs and
fluttered his tongue at my swollen clitoris, lashing my exposed clitoris with
his precise tongue. I wriggled and writhed, unable to hold still. He cupped my
arse cheek and squeezed it, sending ripples of excitement across my butterfly
filled belly. With a gasp, I let my surrender deepened.

Author Bio:

I'm an author of erotic D/s romances
including Amazon bestsellers. All my books contain an element of BDSM,
spankings or erotic games of sensual exploration. If you desire a little
thrill, something to entice, then please take the time to read one of my books.
Thank you!

When not writing, I’m busy spending
time with her family, enjoying music, sometimes drawing and if the weather
allows, gardening.

Tuesday, 19 July 2016

Brought to you by USA Today Bestselling Authors Sue Lyndon, Alta
Hensley, Renee Rose, Kallista Dane and Aubrey Cara!I'm so excited to share this new release here on my blog. I've read at least one book from each of these authors, and they're best-sellers for a reason! I haven't gotten around to reading this set yet, but I know I won't be disappointed!

They take, they claim, and they conquer -
even when the object of their desires is a trembling human female.

Human
Surrender contains five *all-new* dark sci-fi
alien romance novellas, brought to you by USA Today and international
bestselling authors of BDSM and spanking romance. Featured novellas:

Taking
Their Human by Aubrey Cara

Pallid
Slave by Alta Hensley

His
Human Slave by Renee Rose

Their
Captive Mate by Kallista Dane

Kenan’s
Mate by Sue Lyndon

Publisher’s Note: The books included in
this naughty collection are MF and MFM pairings. Though the stories are dark,
all have happy endings. **Over 175,000 words of dark romance ~ complete stories
with no cliffhangers**

Individual Blurbs:

Taking Their Human by Aubrey Cara

Upon waking in a dimly lit white room, my biggest fear was
that I had been kidnapped by a serial killer. I learned there are things out
here in the universe much worse than anything on Earth. And, even if you
escape, you can never go home.

They’re not kind, these being who stole me and want to use
me as chattel. The others—part man, part machine— have claimed me for their
own, but I’m far from saved.

Pallid Slave by Alta Hensley

My planet of Unin had all but
been destroyed, and what was left was quickly being devastated by civil wars
throughout. Everything I once believed, once knew, once fought ruthlessly to
protect, had now vanished. Once I was a fierce warrior, and now simply a slave
being transported by two brothers to a planet 720 hours away to mutate and die.

A lot can happen
in 720 hours…

His Human
Slave by Renee Rose

Collared and caged,
his human slave awaits her training.

Zander, the alien
warrior prince intent on recovering his planet, needs a mate. While he would
never choose a human of his own accord, his physician’s gene-matching program
selected Lamira’s DNA as the best possible match with his own. Now he must
teach the beautiful slave to yield to his will, accept his discipline and learn
to serve him as her one true master.

Their Captive Mate by
Kallista Dane

Left stranded on the
hostile world of Cephaia, Commander Cass Randall finds herself face to face
with alien twins Ryn and Rom. Seeking revenge on humans for the death of their
Mate, the warriors take out their rage and pain on Cass. But they discover the
desire they feel for their captive is far more powerful than their anger.

Kenan’s Mate by Sue
Lyndon

On my eighteenth
birthday, the Kleaxians attacked and killed all the human males aboard the Stargazer. The females were kept as
mates or slaves. I was taken as a mate. Lucky me.

The huge alien who
claimed me is called Prince Kenan. He says he’ll never let me go—that we are
bonded for life. When I defy him, he punishes me in the most humiliating ways
imaginable. But sometimes he’s tender and loving. I try to be good so he
doesn’t hurt me.

I don’t know what
scares me more—that I’ll never escape Prince Kenan…or that I’m starting to fall
for my captor.

Excerpts

Taking Their Human,
by Aubrey Cara

“Please. Have mercy,” she begs,
her voice thin.

Mercy? She asks for mercy?

I take in the sight of her
perfect human features, unaltered by foreign hands. She has likely known
compassion, ignorantly living peacefully on a small planet that knows nothing
of the universe around it. All the while we were ripped apart and put back
together.

The Zapex claimed Earth over one hundred years ago, and
immediately categorized humans as inferior beings. I must agree. They are a
puny race who will be made into slaves if the Zapex have their way.

She does not realize all we do
for her.

She does not realize the price of
mercy.

Taking out my weeping cock, I fit
the head to her plump wet core. I lift her by her waist and let her glide down
my length, groaning into her mouth at her tight heat closed around me.

Tilting her head back, I gaze into eyes as blue as tash
stones. “We have had nearly fifty years with the Zapex, my little zepka,” I
say, my voice a gruff whisper at her ear. “You are our mercy.”

I cover her mouth with mine and taste her shock. Her desire.

It is near painful, this sensation
gripping me. “Mercy,” I growl at her ear. “Show me mercy.”

Pallid
Slave by Alta Hensley

“You like discipline, you like pain.”

I shook my head with his fingers still invading my mouth.
“No,” I mumbled against his fingers.

“Yes,” he argued with a slight smile. “Your body betrays
you.”

Fuck. How could this be? I hated him. I hated everything
about it…and yet I wanted his finger to return to my pussy and rub my clit. I
wanted his touch. I wanted it more than anything. I hungered. I craved. I
needed. My ass burned, my neck throbbed, but my soul burned for more. I wanted
it again. Choke me, beat me, and please oh please fuck me.

He said I would remember right now forever. Forever I would
remember.

Pulling his fingers away from my mouth, Pike put his face
right up to mine. So close that I could feel his breath against my lips. “I
will not tolerate. I will not forgive. Where my brother may care, I do not. My
brother may be nice; I am anything but. My brother possesses everything that I
do not. Remember that.”

He pressed his mouth to mine in what I thought would be a
kiss, but instead, he pulled my bottom lip in between his teeth and bit hard.

“Do not make me teach you another lesson,” he warned as he
turned and walked out of the room, leaving me with the taste of blood in my
mouth.

Excerpt From His
Human Slave by Renee Rose

He spun the cage back so she faced
him once more. “Open cage,” he commanded, and the voice-activated lock clicked.
To her, he said, “Come out.”

She didn’t move.

His tone went sharp. “Do not anger
me a second time, Lamira.”

Well, apparently he’d already cowed
her completely because his words went straight to her chest, creating a sudden
tightening and sending her instantly into motion. She hated how easily he’d
mastered her. One stupid spanking and she rushed to please him.

She sniffed back the tears and
attempted to push up to her hands and knees—no easy feat with her wrists and
ankles bound.

She backed out of the cage, toward
the door, not sure how she would get out until his large hands grasped her
waist and lifted her easily to the floor.

Where to look... Certainly not at
the prince—her master—although his presence was more than commanding. He stood
almost seven feet tall with thick, corded muscles across his chest and arms.

Moisture gathered between her legs.

He looked more warrior than prince.
No, he was all king. A warrior king. Earlier, she’d stared at him boldly. Now
she kept her eyes lowered, trained at his bare feet. They were no different
from hers, except larger and with the brown-purple skin tone of the Zandians.
She glanced at her own toes. They were cleaner than they’d ever been before.
Even her toenails had been buffed to a glossy shine. How long had she been out?

The prince cupped her chin and
lifted her face. His touch was gentler than she expected. She still couldn’t
meet his gaze, choosing instead to stare at his thick neck and the part of his
bare chest visible beneath his loose, finely woven white shirt. Her fingers
itched to touch his skin, to find out if it was as smooth as it appeared. What
a strange idea. She’d never thought about touching a male in her life. In fact,
she’d avoided males as best she could. This one had her completely
discombobulated.

Was his chest hairless? Did he have
hair anywhere other than his head? Zander, Daneth, and the guards she’d seen
outside all wore their hair shorn close to their skulls. Perhaps their horns
got too hot otherwise.

When she’d first seen Daneth, she’d
thought the horns ugly, but Zander’s suited him, somehow making him even more
handsome.

He leaned forward and opened his
mouth. She tried to pull out of his grasp, but he held her fast, his gleaming
teeth aimed straight for her cheek. For a moment, she thought he planned to
bite her face, but his tongue flicked out, and he licked one of her tears. She
caught his scent, a clean, masculine aroma with a slightly exotic spice.

Her nipples tightened; her pussy
pulsed. No—she definitely was not thinking about licking him back to see how he
tasted.

Excerpt from Kenan’s Mate by Sue Lyndon:

“Lie
down atop the covers, on your back.”

Out
of options, I move toward the bed, though it’s all I can do to force one foot
in front of the other. When I finally reach the bed, it’s so high I have to
place my hands on the mattress and jump to make it up. I slide away from the
edge and lie on my back, my insides twisting as my pulse beats faster. I’ve
never been so terrified.

He
joins me on the bed, still fully clothed—for which I am thankful—and proceeds
to gather my hands above my head. Reaching for his waist, he unclasps his belt
and pulls it off his pants. Oh no. I start to struggle, but his weight is on my
legs and he has no difficulty keeping my wrists bound together.

Folding
the belt in half, he stares down at me. “I warned you not to test my patience.”
He wastes no time in delivering the first blow.

I
cry out as the thick leather strikes my right breast. Before I can catch my
breath, he slaps my left breast and continues on in this fashion, alternating
sides and hitting my tender flesh.

“When
you disobey, little human, you get punished.”

Excerpt from Their Captive Mate by Kallista Dane

She heard the footsteps drawing closer.
Braced herself, wrapping the thin blanket around her naked body. The door to
her cell flew open, banging against the wall.

Ryn stood in the doorway, framed by the
moonlight. Their bodies were the same. Tall, with powerful shoulders and arms,
broad chests packed hard with muscle. But she knew it was Ryn. Something about
the set of his shoulders. And his scent was slightly different. The same musky,
virile aroma that made her pulse race whenever they came near her, just not as
pungent as Rom’s.

He stood, motionless, staring in at her.
He’d had the dream again. Relived the night Zara died. He only came like this,
alone in the middle of the night, when he had the dream. It had taken her a
long time to figure that out. But she’d had little to do chained in her cell
night after night other than analyze every aspect of their behavior – except on
the nights when Ryn came to her. A white-hot flash of anger poured through her
at what she knew was to come. Yet at the same time her pussy clenched and she
felt a flood of dampness between her legs.

That she could detect the difference
between them by their scent alone had come as a surprise, although not as much
as discovering the effect it had on her. Earthers knew very little about the
Cephaians. Apparently the males on this planet exuded powerful pheromones when
they became aroused. She didn’t know what that did to females on this planet,
but inhaling those pheromones awakened a savage hunger in her, more intense
than any sexual desire she’d ever felt before. Touching his body, having him
touch her, magnified the effect. She fought it, fought him, every time. But it
seemed as though the harder she fought, the more she resisted, the stronger it
grew.

Three long strides brought him in front of
her. She didn’t bother to feign sleep. She’d learned it only angered him, made
him even more aggressive. He reached down, yanked the blanket away, and grabbed
her by the arm, dragging her off the bed. The chain on her ankle rattled as he
forced her to her knees in front of him.

The brothers slept naked and he’d come
straight from their bed. His thick cock, already semi-erect, jutted out in
front of her face. The pheromones were strongest there. She held her breath and
tried to turn her head away, but he twisted her long blonde hair around one
hand and kept her in place. His other hand wrapped around his shaft, sliding up
and down. Every stroke made it grow harder, releasing another invisible cloud
of the potent aroma. Wordlessly, he drew her closer, pressing the head against
her lips.

About the Authors

Aubrey Cara

Writer of kinky characters, Aubrey Cara is the
quiet girl you have to watch out for. A mostly reformed hellion, she resides
off the East Coast of the U.S. with her inspiring hubby, crazy kid, and two
hand me down dogs. When she's not writing sexy smut she's hiding out reading
bodice rippers, repairing leaky faucets, and dodging the PTA.

Alta Hensley is a USA
TODAY bestselling erotic romance author who has had #1 selling books in
erotic science fiction, humor, BDSM, western, victorian and historical. She
writes the naughty... and then the cure for it.

Being a multi-published author in
the erotic romance genre, Alta is known for her alpha heroes, sweet love
stories, hot eroticism, and engaging tales of the constant struggle between
dominance and submission. You can find out more about Alta on Facebook, Twitter, and Goodreads. You can also contact her at hensleyalta@yahoo.com

Renee Rose

USA TODAY
BESTSELLING AUTHOR RENEE ROSE is a naughty wordsmith who writes BDSM and
spanking romance novels. Named Eroticon USA's Next Top Erotic Author in 2013,
she has also won The Romance Reviews
Best Historical Romance, and Spanking
Romance Reviews' Best Historical, Best Erotic, Best Ageplay and favorite
author. She's hit #1 on Amazon in the Erotic Paranormal, Western and Sci-fi
categories and is a contributor toWrite Sex Right and Romance Beat.
She also pens BDSM stories under the name Darling Adams. Grab free books from Renee by signing up for her
newsletter.

USA TODAY bestselling author
Kallista Dane's erotic romances have hit #1 on Amazon in Sci-Fi and Western
Erotica as well as making the bestselling lists in BDSM and Contemporary
Romance. She loves telling stories about strong, independent women and the hot
Alpha males who appear in their lives to deliver a firm spanking when they
expect it least and need it the most.

Kallista is happily
married to her own erotic Knight. He keeps her supplied with endless cups of Cowboy
Coffee when she's writing and plenty of new material for her next naughty scene
the rest of the time.

USA TODAY bestselling author
Sue Lyndon writes naughty romance in a variety of genres, from contemporary to
historical to fantasy. She's a #1 Amazon bestseller in multiple categories,
including BDSM Erotica and Sci-Fi Erotica. She also writes non-bdsm sci-fi
romance under the name Sue Mercury. When she's not busy working on her next
book, you'll find her hanging out with her family, watching sci-fi movies,
reading, or sneaking chocolate.

Subscribe to my newsletter

About Me

Living on the land has given me a love for the men who work it - sexy, ruggedly-handsome cowboys who are not only good looking, but also kind and gentle, but know how to keep their women in line when the need arises. I've been riding horses all my life so it seems only natural for them to feature in the books I write, and they play a big part in the lives of my characters.

What influences me? Life: I was diagnosed with Tourette's Syndrome at the age of 11 and this disorder has helped shape who I am today. Growing up with a neurological disorder such as Tourette's meant my journey to adulthood was a different one to the typical teenager, and as such, it has given me insight and strength of character which enables me to write about strong women, or women who start out lacking in confidence but growing as the story progresses.

What do I like to read? Rural romance! And of course, spanking romance! In the spanking romance genre, I will read anything I can get my hands on, with historical westerns being a particular favourite.

My family: I have been married to my wonderful husband for 15 years and we have four children together. This keeps me very busy, leaving little time for writing, but as a successful writer once said to me: we make time for what we love.